Then I said to myself, “Here’s a lesson to me,
This woman’s a pattern of what I might be,”
But I’m proud to confess, and I can without blinking,
I much prefer reading and writing to rinking.
Idyls of the Rink. Judd & Co., London, 1876.
A Moral Song for Election Time.
’Tis the voice of Britannia, I heard her explain
“I’m wide awake now; I wont slumber again;
As Materfamilias, once out of bed,